Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste Chapter 68

Alone. That’s how I felt as I sat on the swing. My feet had brought me to the park, not wanting to go home yet.

I knew that I had been skipping school a lot more frequently now and was afraid that dad would find out. He’d throw a fit and I would want to avoid that.

I sighed softly, looking around the empty park. The gra*s was a luscious green with tiny wildflowers that occasionally got stomped on by animals and people walking around.

It has been so long since I’ve been here. The quietness and the soft breeze as it pushed back my tresses relaxed me.

My bag rests atop my thighs as my fingers wrap around the rope of the swing. I wanted to bask in the quietness. I needed it.

I lift my head and closed my eyes as a tiny smile replaced the frown. The sun beat down on my face rea*suring me that everything would be okay.

The more time flew the more I began to feel regret for treating Blake the way I did. I should’ve listened to him and let him explain. I knew Stacy was a conniving bitch to begin with and I fell right into her trap.

I needed to go and apologize to Blake for embarra*sing him in the cafeteria. It was wrong of me and uncalled for.

Damn it, I love the fool and would not want to lose him. I overreacted and went too far. He must think that I broke things off.

I don’t know how long I’ve been here but it must’ve been hours. The park was already starting to fill up with people. Their curious gazes flickering to me occasionally.

They must be thinking that I was crazy. My hair a mess from being tugged at and eyes red from crying.

I chew my bottom lip as I fumble with the zipper of the bag. Grasping my phone I checked the time.The first thing I notice is the many missed calls I had received from Blake and Ryan.

I frowned. I must’ve put it on silent without even knowing. I read the time. Two thirty. Maybe I should start walking home now. It is a little bit of a distance from here, probably twenty minutes on foot.

I breathed out a sigh and pushed the phone back in my bag.I will call them when I get home, they must be worried.

I gnawed on my lips in thought of speaking to Blake. I was embarra*sed of the way I acted. I needed to speak to him in person.

Rising to my feet I pull the bag straps over my shoulders and amble away from the pack. An elderly couple seated on a crafty wooden bench sees me and their brows pinch in worry.

I tear my eyes away from them, quickening my footsteps. “Hey dearie are you alright?”

The question comes from the woman whose hands were clutched tenderly by the man who seemed to be her husband, judging by the glittering gold ring on their fingers.

Immediately my mind flickers to Blake. I wanted that with him. Just by looking at the couple one could tell how much they loved eachother. The tenderness was there, you could not mistake it. I smiled at her as best as

I could to ease her worries.

“I’m fine thank you.” I said politely, wanting to coo when her husband pulls her closer to his chest. The way they acted made me ache for Blake even more. I need to get home soon so I could call him over.

He doesn’t look convinced at my declaration. And neither did I. “Are you sure?” He asked.

I nodded. “Yes I am, don’t worry just needed to clear my head of studies. I’m in my final year, you know how tough school can be around this time.” I joked and waved them goodbye when they seemed convinced enough.

Now the walk home. I prayed I reach before Arden. I don’t want him blabbering to dad and mom about me

skipping school again. I would have to give him a twenty to keep shut.

My fingers gripped the straps of my bag tightly as I walked along the sidewalk. School had just dismissed for the younger one’s. Their parents coming to pick them up hastily. I would want to avoid getting in their way.

I turn the corner, my converse smacking against the hot pavement. The sound of a car slowing down beside me has me stiffening. I prayed it wasn’t Ryan. I didn’t want to speak to anyone as yet.

The car is now going the same pace as I am. From my peripheral vision I noted that the car was a sandy blue.

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“Hey!” It’s a woman’s voice. I stop and turn to stare at her.

The gla*s is down as the woman peers at me. She is familiar, her blue eyes and dark hair messily around her shoulders.

“Do you need a ride?” She asked and smiled sweetly. When I looked reluctant to answer her brows furrowed.

“I don’t know if you remember me but I work at the school, in the cafeteria?” She looked hopeful for a recognition. Instantly I remember her, the lunch lady.

“I live a bit down that street but I’d happily give you a ride.” She suggested.

I contemplate for a few seconds. Weighing my options. I did need to reach home before Arden. And it was not like she was a stranger. Though I never held a conversation with her she seemed harmless enough to trust.

So I nodded and entered the car a second later. I buckled myself and gave her a tight smile. “Thank you. I live on breach road street.”

She smiles and nods. “Got yah.” She laughs and starts driving away. I turn my head to stare out of the window.

“So what’s your name?” She asked, trying to make conversation.

I turn to stare at the front. “It’s Ashley.”

She nods. “That’s a lovely name. Your parents have good taste.” She giggles turning the corner.

“Do you mind if I make a quick stop? I promised my mom I’d drop her pills as soon as possible. My house is just round the corner.” She turned her head to face me for a second.

Not wanting to keep her mom waiting, I nodded. She smiles and as promised she stops at a small wooden house a few minutes later. The white paint was chipping and the rustic gate screamed for repainting.

The house is surrounded by dried patches of gra*s. The scarce of neighbors on this street was alarming. I had never walked this path. Everyone avoided walking here from the talk of bad men doing illegal things around that area.

“I’ll be quick.” She promised getting out and walking to the boot of the car. I looked at her through the side-view mirror. I quickly look away when she struts to my side.

Bending down a little she smiles as she faces me. “Mind helping me bring in some groceries inside? There are a bit too much and I’m afraid it would take me some time. My mom has not eaten the entire day.”

I gnawed on my lip looking at the house then back at her. The woman was doing me a favor to give me a ride home, the least I could do was help bring in some groceries.

So with that thought I nodded and got out of the car and followed her to the back. She was right, there were plenty of grocery bags. I grasp onto three and followed her to her house.

The rustic gate creaks as she opens it. She turns to face me.” Sorry about the house, I haven’t been taking care of it since all my money had been going to pay my mom’s hospital bills.”

Instantly pity overtook me. I smiled softly following her up the creaking wooden steps. “I don’t mind, it’s still homey.” I complimented her.

She smiles and opens the door. “Mom I’m home!” She shouts but there is no answer. She turns to stare at me. “I swear she’s always sleeping. Come, the kitchen is here.” She nudged her head to the tiny kitchen area.

If I thought outside looked bad then I was wrong. Inside reeked of alcohol and weed with a mix of something unpleasant. Inside was barely furnished with an old worn out brown couch in the living room.

The cream walls were stained multiple places with something brown which made it look dirty. Inside was tiny. I guess it was understandable that she lived this way with having to take care of her sick mother.

I followed her inside the kitchen and placed the bags on the kitchen island. “I’ll be back quick! I just need to give this to my mom and we’d be on our way!” She rushes out and pulling out something that looks like pills and leaves.

I sighed and turned to look around. How could she live in this kind of place? Some draws of the cupboards were missing and the marine blue color painted on the wood made the cream walls look even dirtier.

“You know your boyfriend reminds me of Asher.” Her voice comes at the back of me.

I didn’t have time to think before I felt a cloth press to my nose and mouth. Surprise took over me and unknowingly I inhaled what was on the cloth.

I struggled as she forces me to still. Her arms wrapping tightly around me as my vision blurs. I pushed back with her hold still on me. I feel her knocking into one of the wooden draws harshly yet she doesn’t remove her hold on me.

“Sleep little Ash.” She soothed. The strong scent on the cloth has my vision blackening to nothing as I feel my body slump. The last thing on my mind was Blake and my family.